Impulse by Mike Dressel Gabe disappeared. When we were swimming at night, when we were skinny-dipping. He was presumed drowned. The incident couldn’t have been my fault, I mean we hadn’t made that sort of pact. Still, it was a vanishing act that obsessed me, that I kept in my back pocket for too many years after. He left me with that. Gabe, he had lived in the modern, tony section of town, in a gated subdivision called Whispering Palms. […]